You wonder what's sweeter than pussy with honey whip cream on top?
Revenge.
Sweet, Sweet revenge.
It was all I could think about as I lay in a puddle of my own blood and depression, staring up at the dungeon ceiling while the two of them walked away. My girlfriend and the shithead she cheated on me with. Their laughter echoed, bright and careless, as if I didn't even exist.
Maybe I didn't. Not to them. Not to anyone.
After all, I was the talentless nobody. The guy who never awakened. The failure.
Some guy I was, huh?
Caught my girlfriend getting fucked in the depths of a dungeon, and before I could even get a word out, I was beaten, blasted, burned, spat on, and tossed aside like trash.
"Oh, come on," the shithead had sneered, pressing his boot against my chest before leaving me in that bloodied corner. "You should've known she would leave a talentless piece of shit like you. For an S-Ranked King like myself!"
She didn't even look back. Not once.
And me? I tried fighting back. Hell, I swung with everything I had, but what's a powerless fool against a pair of Tier-3 Awakeners? My fists might as well have been paper.
An emotionless laugh rattled out of me as blood filled my throat.
"Well, better death than that boring ass janitor job."
That was me. A dungeon janitor. Cleaning up the corpses of monsters and scrubbing the filth left behind after real hunters had their fun.
I was good at it, too. The best. Didn't matter. No one respected the cleaner when they were busy kissing the boots of the strong.
And now here I was, crumpled and broken, my vision darkening as my final breath slipped from my lips.
'Didn't imagine dying like this,' I whispered, voice hoarse, 'but if I ever made it out alive—'
That was my last thought before the blackness swallowed me whole.
.
.
.
For only a couple of seconds.
Because then came the light.
Blinding, merciless—white, gold, and violet tearing through my vision like the sun itself had crawled inside me. I tried shutting my eyes. Useless. The light wasn't just something I saw, it was something I felt. Crawling under my skin. Burrowing into my veins. Claiming me.
And then came the pain.
Every bone shattered and reformed in an endless cycle. My flesh boiled. My blood screamed. My soul was dragged through a grinder made of stars. I should've been dead. I was dead. Yet I couldn't pass out. Couldn't escape.
"AGHHHHHHH!"
My scream ripped through the dungeon, echoing off the stone walls. But it wasn't just my scream. It was layered. Deeper. Monstrous. Like something ancient was screaming with me.
[You have died.]
[The requirements to awaken have been met.]
[You have awakened!]
[Rank] Supreme
[Title granted: Primordial Chaos and Creation Dragon.]
The words etched themselves into my skull as power erupted inside me—not dripping, not flowing, but detonating. My body convulsed as shadows and light ripped out of me in violent bursts, black flames twisting with arcs of gold and violet lightning. The dungeon trembled, stone cracking beneath me like the world itself rejected what I was becoming.
I gasped, clutching my chest, and for one heartbeat I saw it.
A dragon.
Colossal. Its scales darker than the void, its eyes blazing with creation's fire—two suns, gold and violet, staring into me. Its wings stretched so wide they split the very sky in my vision, its roar shattering through me like the birth of a universe.
And then it was gone.
But the power remained.
My wounds sealed shut, skin stitching together with glowing veins of purple light. My blood wasn't blood anymore—it was molten chaos, alive and burning.
I staggered to my feet, panting, trembling, yet stronger than I'd ever imagined.
And for the first time in my pathetic life..I felt it.
Power.
Real, world-breaking, dungeon-shattering power.
But whatever it was wasn't finished with me.
[As the new Primordial Dragon of Chaos and Creation, you will receive one free Talent of Destruction and Creation.]
[Choosing…]
I stood there, blinking against the golden prompts burning in front of my eyes, my thoughts spinning.
"What the hell is even happening?" My voice shook with disbelief, half in awe, half in fury. "Primordial Dragon? Chaos and Creation? Why me?"
And then it hit me, I'd heard this once before. Back in the Academy. Before I'd been kicked out for being talentless.
The Primordials. The gods who grew bored of creation itself. The ones who carved these dungeons into existence just to amuse themselves.
Guess making universes over and over wasn't entertaining enough, huh? So they built a game instead. Filled it with monsters, bosses, and worlds stolen from their endless playground, then tossed us mortals in to fight for survival.
The Awakeners. The chosen few. Gifted with Talents, ranked from N the nobodies to SSS, the ones who got their asses kissed by everyone.
It was obvious which one I'd been.
Keyword was.
"Supreme ranking, huh?" I smirked, blood still dripping down my chin. "Never heard of that one before..guess that makes me the first. A rarity. An anomaly in a world of commoners."
DING
The sound resonated through my skull, satisfying, terrifying, perfect.
[Destruction Talent Acquired!]
[Rank: SSS]
[Supreme Necromancer's Mandate]
[Creation Talent Acquired!]
[Rank: SSS]
[Supreme Architecture]
I stared at the messages, and a grin slowly crept across my face.
Necromancer's Mandate. Architecture. Death and creation. Perfect.
"Guess the janitor just got promoted."
A laugh escaped me
Low at first. Broken. Then rising, jagged, monstrous. A laugh that shook with blood, chaos, and the promise of revenge.